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The saddest day that I can remember was December 9, 1995, it was the day that my grandfather passed away. The day was a cold winter's day, but the sky was so blue and clear with the white puffy clouds floating by without a care in the world. I was very excited that day since I was going with my parents to the Las Vegas airport to pick up my Uncle Monte who was flying in from Seattle Washington. My grandpa had just come home from the hospital the day before after being in there for almost 2 weeks. On our way out of town my parents had suggested that we go by and see my grandparents, my Aunt Malla was also visiting from Phoenix and she was staying with them to help out with everything. Even though everyone was visiting and joking around there was sadness in the air, it was as if everyone was going through the motions of being polite. To me it was like watching a movie in slow motion, people were sad but they were afraid to show their feelings trying to forget for a while everything that had happened to my grandpa and trying not to think about what might happen to him.I sat at the kitchen table with my grandpa, his oxygen tank was sitting in between us, and I can remember the humming sound that it made muffled by all of the conve
The only thing that I could remember was the distinct smell of cigarettes and beer that always illuminated from him. By the time we finally reached our house there was still a few hours before sunrise, as I walked into the house and my mom reached the kitchen I could see the look of regret when she looked at the answering machine and there were several messages from my grandma on there. My mom quickly interrupted and said that we were going to pick something up later, as if she was afraid that we were going to bother somebody by staying to long. It seemed as though the night would never end, my uncle's plane was due to arrive a 10:00 pm, we would go and check the monitors to see if it would be arriving soon. It was as if we weren't meant to get home right away, nothing that night had gone smoothly for us. We were put into the spare room so that we could get some sleep which never seemed to come. After the greetings were over we made our way down the long hallways passed all of the empty terminals to pick up his bags and start that long trip back home. Each time we checked it would say that his flight was delayed, hour after hour went by and slowly the terminal was becoming vacant as the people went on their way. After the ambulance left my dad took us inside and I could hear the muffled voices and crying in my grandpa's bedroom. After a couple of days went by it was time for the funeral, I had never been to one and didn't know what to expect. My mom came out and told us that Grandpa had died, it seemed as though the light that has shined in her eyes so many times whenever she talked about Grandpa had been blown out as if she would never be happy again. Not long after that my Aunt came outside, her face was flushed and pale. As we were coming back into town we were delayed again just over the hill outside of town, there was a car accident and the traffic was backed up.
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